on fire
she borrowed an arm for a lifetime
attached to a body, of course
it’s nearing the end of its tenure
and now it is hounding with heat
the wrist is a livid bonfire
flames licking and curling inside
coals glow red in the shoulder
there’s a white pill
for muscles and tissue
for jangling nerves, a
red-and-white capsule to take
they only pare aside edges—
the urge is to push pain away
but that turns it into a “thing”
so she draws it close, yes
unpacks what it is—precious and
and tender—a near-and-dear friend
melding titanium and tissue
it’s so busy in there
she dives deep under pain
finds more primal sensation
the clean tingle of being alive
the heart of the matter 
{{{ the clean tingle of being alive }}}
❤
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This is a compelling description of your pain as healing fire, that it burns, flares, flames and it is knitting, healing, integrating. It is also a very effective way of understanding and dealing with pain. Kudos to you for having the capacity for such vivid insights while experiencing such keen-edged pain.
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oh my God, are you up?
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Yes! I have a hard time sleeping. Monkey mind, running amok.
Larry is the accomplished sleeper..oh how I envy him:)
I stalk the caverns of my mind in the oh-so-alive dark.
I dislike it immensely..but have learned to embrace it and us eit for self improvement:)
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yes, Boudewijn sleeps better than I, altho now in his 70s he awakens early and can’t get back to sleep. i have more difficulty falling asleep. I but I’ve done a lot of spiritual work with the mind fat monkey mind running amok, and it’s channeled in a healthier way now.
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I know it:) Evidenced in all this fabulous flow of poems written from the heart of the mind in the steady dark where no obligation intrudes..and no interference.
So, it has its blessings, eh?
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